Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Scientists,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.